(G.Snowcat)
Once again my face in the
clouds
I've got all the answers
They
want to know from me
To your hands
Fairytales rise in the winter
Autumn
feels very strange
And the way to your
room
Is so nice
So extreme in your
wednesday bedroom
Not awakened, dream
inside me
Try to lose my head in your
pillow
Love obsession, real illusions
Maydays are coming from a split
Wednesday evenings are gone
But the
fever still
Drives me insane
I'm not
sure I could face the strain
If we were
underneath
A thin neon lightning
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